Don’t wear camouflage.

Don’t wear camouflage. Especially ironic camouflage, like army fatigues in gross orange and pink, and then think you look cool.

Battledress is for battle, and party dress is for parties. And stay age appropriate. An old man in a Hawaiian shirt, with palm trees and surfboards (open down to the crotch) had better have some decent swag & no alcohol problem. 

And when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Apparently, this saying did not evolve to encourage folks to adopt the same bad habits as their hosts. Quite the contrary.

It was passed on by a travelling saint, who was told by his friend to fast on Saturdays, when he arrived in Rome. That was the custom there about 1500 years ago. 

In other words, don’t be a decadent and badly behaved guest. That’s seriously when I climb off the bus. When everyone starts doing their worst impressions of themselves out on the town.

The ancient Persian poet Rumi had a point: “It’s your road and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.”